Blessed, Blessed Samhain

(For those of you not in "the know," that's pronounced "sow-in.")

It's time for the Celtic New Year. Not only one of the "high holy days" in the pagan and Wiccan calendar - a time when the veil between the worlds is thought to be at its thinnest, but the time when one ought to begin to turn inward. Examine one's life. Delve into the shadows to see what lies beneath.

I've never understood why people think Halloween is spooky or scary. We are taught to respect our elders and revere our forebears. So why do we think their departed spirits want to wander around, open and close cabinet doors, or smash pumpkins? It's beyond me...

What I plan on using this dark time for is to plunge the depths of my unconscious and use it to create a brand new world. A world of fiction, but one which speaks of truth. Yes, folks, it's NaNoWriMo time.

I also plan on using it to examine this new life of mine. This life that has me lingering long after yoga class talking to people about classes, teachers, styles, Thai restaurants, and fun places to go hiking. This life that has me waking up early enough to do a full hour plus of yoga, shower, eat, and still get to the office before the lion's share of people even arrive. This life that gives me the opportunity to hang out on a rocky cove at 8 am on a quiet Sunday morning, watching the storm clouds blow out.

It's going to be a good new year. I can feel it in my bones. Blessings.

Oh yea - in case you're wondering - the concert - AMAZING. Old hits, new hits, revamped hits. Death of a Disco Dancer reimagined. Stretch Out and Wait with an ... interesting ... dance interpretation. And, Dear God, Please Help Me with tears. I was in heaven. I laughed, I sang, I danced, I cried. I didn't get to kiss his Mozness, but just seeing his brilliance - I'm a happier person for it.